What a guddle (good Scots word) yesterday turned out to be. William and I were just heading for the door to go to my hospital appointment when the doorbell rang. It was an ambulance that had been sent to collect me. Nobody had told us that one had been organised. It had no oxygen on board and the seats were ordinary bus style seats and I couldn't recline them so I had to sit in a position that hurt my back. We unloaded my oxygen and wheelchair from our car and were about to set off when the driver told us that William couldn't go in the ambulance. So he went in the car and waited for 25 minutes at the hospital for me to arrive - 5 minutes late for my appointment because the ambulance had other people to pick up on the way. The driver said that he would come back for me when he got time but William told him that he would take me home in the car rather than wait about.
The tests all went smoothly although the results were not very encouraging. Apparently my lung capacity is well below normal and the efficiency of transfer of oxygen to my blood is very low. This is because of a lot of scarring on my lungs due to the multiple bouts of pneumonia I have had in the last few years. The results are to be sent to the Consultant who will get in touch. In the meantime I will be on oxygen 24/7 until further notice.
I was so tired and sore by the time I got home that the rest of the day was a write off. It sounds as though I'm whinging but I'm not really - I'm well off compared to many.
Thank you so much for calling in. I appreciate you taking the time.